My identity feels fractured at times. Each glance in the mirror when I felt broken left a mark, as though pieces of me were taken from the whole image. I can still feel each fragment separately, yet I know they have shaped who I am today. I see myself as a puzzle—complete, but with pieces that can be rearranged, with meanings that shift. I am whole, even in my brokenness. Those pieces give me a broader perspective, allowing me to recreate my identity as often as needed. Sometimes others contribute pieces to my puzzle, sometimes they take them back, and sometimes they simply become part of me naturally.